Post by Dustin Holt on Feb 15, 2021 18:51:16 GMT -8
It's been at least an hour since Chasing Glory had gone off the air. The night hadn't gone according to plan for The Dog Pound as a whole. A very pissed off Dustin Holt could be seen throwing everything in his way. A group of cameraman are trying to chase after them. One of them just does manage to get in front of them. This quick movement causes Dustin to stop right in his track.
Dustin: Get that out of my face right now!!!!
The cameraman doesn't move as Dustin glares at him.
Dustin: Did you not hear what I said? I said get the hell out of my face.
The cameraman continues to stand there as the anger continues to boil up inside Dustin. Adrian and his niece Izzy are trying their best to calm him down. Brad and Tom are still holding their heads as they bring up the rear. The other group of cameramen slowly swarm the group. Dustin sees this as he throws his hands up into the air.
Dustin: Do you idiots have a death wish?
Dustin takes a moment before looking directly into the camera.
Dustin Holt: Faye Lange, I don't normally congratulate a rookie but you brought the fight. I appreciate it even though you caught me in a roll up. You only did what you are trained to do. I'm the one who made the mistake and you capitalized on it. For that, I applaud you and I applaud your trainer.
After a quick inhale of oxygen and exhale of it, Dustin's eyes narrowed.
Dustin Holt: Bodhi Shitface!!! I bet you think you are so fucking slick. You come out during my match and got my attention. I know you will be talking how I am so boring and dumb. However, you are the one who came out during my match. You are the one who interjected yourself into a matter that didn't concern you. On Twitter, you kept running your mouth but you weren't saying anything credible. You were talking like every egocentric rookie who thinks their shit don't stink but guess what Bodhi.
A twisted grin appears on Dustin's face.
Dustin Holt: You proved tonight that I am your biggest fucking threat. Tonight showed the world just who you really are in this business. You see, I'm already renting space up in your head. Think about it. You have no real insults to say towards me. You talk like a child who has never had his ass kicked in his life. Well, that's about to change. If you wanted my goddamn attention then you fucking got it. I just hope you are prepared for the hell that is going to rain down on your generic ass.
Dustin shakes his head while looking at his students behind him.
Dustin Holt: I have been in this business for 12 years. I have faced the absolute best this business has to offer. I have dealt with brainless twits like you as well. Do you know what happens to those twits? The fade into obscurity because they can't handle getting owned by veterans like myself. Every company I have stepped foot in, I have won gold. I am the epitome of what a true wrestling legend looks like. You are the self proclaimed "god's gift." That shit is unproven. However, all of the nicknames that are on my name, I have earned them from sacrificing myself for this business.
Dustin's twisted grin continues to grow.
Dustin Holt: Tonight, you and your dickhead friends showed how threatened you are by us. Before we showed the hell up, no one ever heard of you three shits. Trust me, once I get my hands on you Bodhi. You won't be god's gift. You will be an unemployed rookie without your teeth. You made a big mistake. I want to make this perfectly clear. One Wrestling Movement, I will not be held responsible for the hell that comes.
Dustin steps out of the shot as Tom Torch steps into his spot.
Tom Torch: You fuckers done gone and fucked yourself up. You see, Bradley and myself had done nothing to you pricks. However, you attack us from behind like two cowards who can't fight like men. So I'm saying this right now. If you two fuckers want to scrap with Bradley and myself then take your balls out of Bodhi's mouth and step up to the plate. Otherwise, Bradley and I will come hunting. Once we do, you will not be left noticeable. You two poked two fucking pitbulls. We will find you. It's only a matter of fucking time.
Izzy wraps her arm around Bradley's shoulders as they walked out of shot. Adrian Lancaster stops while looking into the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: One Wrestling Movement, prepare for the bloodbath. We warned you. Those idiots have no idea what is coming their way. If they continue with their shit then I will unleash The Hardcore One onto them. You will witness the return of the Ultraviolence Messiah. This could have been prevented but it's too late now. Bodhi and his goons are in our crosshairs. Rest assured when we aim, we don't miss.
She follows after her unit as the cameras slowly fade.
Dustin: Get that out of my face right now!!!!
The cameraman doesn't move as Dustin glares at him.
Dustin: Did you not hear what I said? I said get the hell out of my face.
The cameraman continues to stand there as the anger continues to boil up inside Dustin. Adrian and his niece Izzy are trying their best to calm him down. Brad and Tom are still holding their heads as they bring up the rear. The other group of cameramen slowly swarm the group. Dustin sees this as he throws his hands up into the air.
Dustin: Do you idiots have a death wish?
Dustin takes a moment before looking directly into the camera.
Dustin Holt: Faye Lange, I don't normally congratulate a rookie but you brought the fight. I appreciate it even though you caught me in a roll up. You only did what you are trained to do. I'm the one who made the mistake and you capitalized on it. For that, I applaud you and I applaud your trainer.
After a quick inhale of oxygen and exhale of it, Dustin's eyes narrowed.
Dustin Holt: Bodhi Shitface!!! I bet you think you are so fucking slick. You come out during my match and got my attention. I know you will be talking how I am so boring and dumb. However, you are the one who came out during my match. You are the one who interjected yourself into a matter that didn't concern you. On Twitter, you kept running your mouth but you weren't saying anything credible. You were talking like every egocentric rookie who thinks their shit don't stink but guess what Bodhi.
A twisted grin appears on Dustin's face.
Dustin Holt: You proved tonight that I am your biggest fucking threat. Tonight showed the world just who you really are in this business. You see, I'm already renting space up in your head. Think about it. You have no real insults to say towards me. You talk like a child who has never had his ass kicked in his life. Well, that's about to change. If you wanted my goddamn attention then you fucking got it. I just hope you are prepared for the hell that is going to rain down on your generic ass.
Dustin shakes his head while looking at his students behind him.
Dustin Holt: I have been in this business for 12 years. I have faced the absolute best this business has to offer. I have dealt with brainless twits like you as well. Do you know what happens to those twits? The fade into obscurity because they can't handle getting owned by veterans like myself. Every company I have stepped foot in, I have won gold. I am the epitome of what a true wrestling legend looks like. You are the self proclaimed "god's gift." That shit is unproven. However, all of the nicknames that are on my name, I have earned them from sacrificing myself for this business.
Dustin's twisted grin continues to grow.
Dustin Holt: Tonight, you and your dickhead friends showed how threatened you are by us. Before we showed the hell up, no one ever heard of you three shits. Trust me, once I get my hands on you Bodhi. You won't be god's gift. You will be an unemployed rookie without your teeth. You made a big mistake. I want to make this perfectly clear. One Wrestling Movement, I will not be held responsible for the hell that comes.
Dustin steps out of the shot as Tom Torch steps into his spot.
Tom Torch: You fuckers done gone and fucked yourself up. You see, Bradley and myself had done nothing to you pricks. However, you attack us from behind like two cowards who can't fight like men. So I'm saying this right now. If you two fuckers want to scrap with Bradley and myself then take your balls out of Bodhi's mouth and step up to the plate. Otherwise, Bradley and I will come hunting. Once we do, you will not be left noticeable. You two poked two fucking pitbulls. We will find you. It's only a matter of fucking time.
Izzy wraps her arm around Bradley's shoulders as they walked out of shot. Adrian Lancaster stops while looking into the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: One Wrestling Movement, prepare for the bloodbath. We warned you. Those idiots have no idea what is coming their way. If they continue with their shit then I will unleash The Hardcore One onto them. You will witness the return of the Ultraviolence Messiah. This could have been prevented but it's too late now. Bodhi and his goons are in our crosshairs. Rest assured when we aim, we don't miss.
She follows after her unit as the cameras slowly fade.